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•christmas break• (jimin/a) part 1

*warning: long author's note since i've been gone for such a long time. it's okay if u skip this but these are just some updates and clarifications and shit hehehe ily all*

i'm cringing bc of how many times i've spelled "laid" as "layed" ohMYGODH AND MY PLOTS MAN WTF WAS I THINKING WITH THE DADDY AND MIDNIGHT SNACK SMUT?!

i'm also very sorry for being an unresponsive writer, but i promise i do actually read all your comments and i'm sorry again if i don't reply to all of them! i could just see the date of when ya'll commented and it was like two months ago so idk i'm scared that you guys might be offended that I'M SO FUXKING LATE AT REPLYING, but i really do appreciate all the comments and the funny stuff you say it just makes me so hAPPY AND I JUST-- NO I'M NOT CRYING YOU ARE

but anyways WOOOW AFTER MONTHS AGAIN I UPDATED WOW CLAP FOR ME

AND WHAT THE HELL

i opened wattpad just now and i get 101k reads what even-- MOM IS THIS yOUR DOING

THANK YOU AAAAAAH I CANT BELIEVE PEOPLE ACTUALLY READ MY STUFF THANK YOU SO MUCHHHHH

i'll post smuts soon since it's the most requested (you perverts) but while i'm writing them, have a taste of my real, dreadful life. an angst.

xEnjoyx

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*this fic is inspired by a distinct event that happened in my ACTUAL life(and life of my bestie too bc we're all in this together lolol), so i apologize for being too dramatic with this, i instead wrote something to distract myself. i welcome you, a heartbreak o' mine.*

Christmas Break (Jimin Angst)

It was the month of joy for almost everyone I know. Seasonal food sold in every corner of town, beautiful lights spread across the whole place as far as I could see, hundreds of people outside their homes enjoying the fresh snow. The festive ambiance was indulging and bright, but for me?

It wasn't.

I was sitting on my bed, my back against the cold, wooden headboard, listening closely to my mother speaking to my dad on videocall. I looked only outside of my bedroom's window, trying to keep me sane with the beautiful white snow shining brightly with the moonlight. The only comfort I had was a plush pillow hugged in between my torso and my thighs, comfort that wasn't given by anyone right now. Not even the most precious people I have in my life.

Placed on my bedside table, I looked at my phone longingly, distant thoughts surging with just the mere thought of it. I waited for him to call, or to text, or to feel present in my life at least for a while.

Not only did my family argue about me, my boyfriend acts like I don't exist.

Though I understand him a lot, I understand that he needs to study for university this whole year, I understand that I'm not the only girl in his life and he has friends to pay his attention to, I understand that I don't always have to be the center of his life. I understand him more than anyone can.

But...it wouldn't hurt to give at least one text to me, right?

All I could look at was the black screen of my phone, dead and inactive. Not a single damn message decided to pop up. My insides twist and turn nauseously every night whenever he ignores me, whether he wants to break up, whether he's unhappy with me, or he found someone better to love.